Psychotic Waltz Lovestone Blind
Where does the weather go when I see blue around the gold Circling the atmosphere in California clear ? Where does the time go when today turns into long ago ? Where are all the colors when a rainbow disappear ? Someone's singing today I really don't know, I will never Light the night to make it like the day, it really won't glow It really won't Make a line to make it mind the time, they really won't go Where they ever ? I stand surrounded here, imaginary interfere Supersonic architecture Spanish castle cream Press my hands against my ears to try to make the voices clear An acrobatic, symphonic helicopter scream All that shines will come in time Never mind all that's left behind Lovestone blind, well still is mine Here I find my piece of mind Now they look into the eyes of a silver screen can of lies The city streets are the golden cage of the sleeping flies Wings pounding to the concrete dance of stamping shoes Gold seeping from the hand of the unamused Down though the smoke to the trash scattered to the ground Cut through the smell of the sirens screaming through the town Kneeling down to the healing fix of a hypodermic crucifix Hanging from the choking throats of giant stack of broken bricks
